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There are days, and there are *days*

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I wanted to share the Abstract for my latest endeavour, which I hope to submit to an appropriate journal for peer-review and publication in due course. I would appreciate your thoughts, so let me know what you think ! 🙂 The Symbiotic Relationship Between Post-PhD Unemployment and The Dearth of the Human Will ABSTRACT This …

I don’t profess to be A feminist But a lover of humanity and what can be Liberosis, in the clasps of a tryst, Or whatever woebegone misery the world thrusts upon my heaving shoulders. I don’t profess to hate A patriarch But a lover of equality, equity And all that should be For I am …

When he wonders why I could never love him back; I want to say, “Because I’m fucking sick of you.” And that is really true. The mistake I had made Was not to tell it straight Until it was too late. And he drove me to exasperated shreds, His constant whinging, begging and thinking his …

There are days, and then there are *days*. The former, the kind of days one lives, and passes by with the significance of the mundane, the routine, the known, the comfortable. And then, there is the latter *days*. The kind where everything goes right. All because he saw right into your heart, and made the …